Terry and Susan

Terry and Susan wavered down a dark back street. A streetlight buzzed, stuttered into darkness then snapped back on. A siren screamed somewhere deep in the distance of the city -- a block or two over a dog yowled to let the world know it was boss of its tiny slice of urbanity. 

'What a great par ... part ... ' mumbled Susan

"Party" slurred Terry 

'Yeah! Mel was sooo funny'

'She was trashed'

'You're trashed! I'm trashed, it's great, you're great, everything is great'

'Those pills were great'

Susan grabbed Terry on the arm and put her face up close -- her eyes were wide and her pupils were blown out. So were Terry's. 

"Weren't they! Oh my gawwd I'm still so fuckin higgghhhh!" the last part of the word rose into a squeel from the top of Susan's register. They turned the corner into a graffiti splattered alley. Susan splashed her birkenstock through a puddle and a cat-sized rat skulked off at the sound. 

"Me too, I can't wait to get you home." Terry cupped Susan's bum. 

"Why wait" Susan teased. She wiggled her bum against his grasp. 

"Because, you rotten little slut, I need to piss so bad I could flood the fucking Himalayas."

Susan gasped, stopped abruptly and the back of her hand shot across Terry's chest and thumped against him.

"Terry!" She turned and clutched onto him, and looked up into his face with lidded eyes. 

"Oh you filthy fucking pig, you fuckin want it don't you?"

"Please! Terry oh please, pleaseeeeee" Whined Susan. 

"Fuck. How am I spose to say no to such a nasty piece of work?"

"You aren't" she giggled . She dropped to her knees by a garbage can, opened her mouth wide and poked her tounge out as far as it would go.

"`eaaase `aster, oose errr `oi-`ett" 

"You filthy fuckin bitch" Terry whipped his cock out of the fly of his pants, a filthy fat uncut thing, still soft and covered in sweat and crud from his undies after dancing all night. The distinct rotten smell hinted to Susan that under his foreskin might be one of her favourite treats. Terry winced for a moment and then, with a sigh, a putrid yellow stream burst from his cock. A pungent ammonia smell bloomed in the alley as it splashed into Susan's mouth. At first she let the urine build up in her mouth until it was just about to overflow and then she closed her mouth and swallowed. She rocked forward as she swallowed -- her mouth closed to the putrid, acrid piss. Instead it landed on her face and in her hair. She made an effort to keep her milk-blue eyes locked to his, her gaze melted in pleasure as she submitted to the sting of his urine in her eyes. Then she returned her mouth to the stream for another gulp, and another, and another always making sure to take some piss in the eyes and hair between swallows. As Terry's stream began to wane, she dived upon his cock to greedily suck the remnants of his bladder into her gullet and forever make it hers. 

"Good toilet." Cooed Terry, and stroked her wet, stinking hair. 

"Oooh!" He cried out in pleasure as he felt her tounge worm its way under his foreskin, which he had only semi retracted to piss. Terry had a habit of keeping his foreskin snug over his glans at all times, other than sexual encounters, so that even bathing did not spoil the putrid build up of gunk beneath his fleshy hood. The smegma produced would be the result of days of labouring, sweating, and dancing. A pus coloured cheese with the consistency of sticky snot and a sour bodily flavour. Susan's darting, worm-like tongue sort it out like a blood-hound does a fox at a great hunt, she scooped up globs of it to melt upon her quivering taste-buds and then her tongue shunted the resulting smegma-saliva to her throat to be devoured. After she had cleaned and sucked what she could, she fully retracted Terry's foreskin, so she could lick and suck at the tender flesh underneath the glans where the thickest, nastiest cock-snot built up -- so viscouse she could chew it and feel it stick to her teeth as she cleaned the last of her treat from his member. 

"Yum! Thankyou master." Susan said with sly pride. Delighted that another small part of Terry's waste would fuel her body in some small way. Then she opened wide, grabbed Terry by the seat of his pants and drove his saliva-sheened cock down her throat so she could feel it push past the opening to her oesophegus and lodge snug and comfortable, tickling her voicebox. She sighed the contentented sigh of someone in their happy place and settled in as Terry began to thrust. First gently, enjoying the feeling of teasing her throat, forcing the walls of it open at the entrance over and over with slow continuous pressure before retracting and doing it again. As Susan's slobber began to trickle down her chin Terry picked the pace up and began to methodically punch the back of Susan's throat with his cock in a steady rhythm. Then he found the good spot and worked her throat open enough that reckless abandon set into his pace and he slammed his cock down her throat so fast and far that Susan's nose was smashed into his belly over and over and his balls struck upon her chin.  Her spittle was flying everywhere, it spotted on the graffiti'd brickwork of the alley wall.  Her knees scratched on the pavement, she felt a small stone tearing into her, blossoming into intense pain. Yet she did not move to dislodge it or brush it away and instead let it drive further into her flesh. Terry grabbed her head, one hand across her forehead and the other on her chin, he angled her up and held her jaw open as wide as it would go, and thrust deep down into her with such violence his gyrations knocked the garbage can beside him and it clattered across the alley -- trash spilled, detritus, rotten food and nameless unspeakable rancid grot and garbage water. 

After a long session of grunts, moans, drool and thrusts Terry had his fill. For he was interested in depositing his release somewhere other than Susan's throat.  He pulled out of her and slapped her doe-eye'd face roughly. Susan squeeled in pleasure, spat a bloody drool and gasped:

"Please, I need the boot master!" 

"Fucking kinky bitch!" Terry raised his foot and kicked the flat of his tread into her face. Susan collapsed and sprawled into the pile of trash. Blood trickled from her nose and mud, in a tread pattern, spattered her face.

"Thankyou! Thankyou! More please! More!" Susan moaned and shoved her hand down the waistband of her cut-off jeans. 

Terry stood over her and brought his boot down onto Susan's face, and slowly began to ease his weight onto it as Susan's tongue snaked out of her mouth to lap at the flith encrusted tread. One of her hands squeezed and twisted her breast and the other got busy in her shorts. By using Susan's moans and yelps to judge, Terry stopped increasing the weight when he felt Susan was at her limit, just shy of breaking her nose. Then he began to twist his ankle, one way then the next, grinding his tread into her face and head and in turn her hair into the mouldey composted goop and liquid garbage. It worked the sludge into her hair and matted it with rotten food and garbage and it smeared the mud and crust of his boot all over her face. He knew it hurt and he could see by the look in her eye that she was enraptured by it. He knew his slut, she would want her scalp to bleed, but Terry had other ideas about which part of her should end up bleeding. 

He removed his boot from her face and snarled a nasty bile-green loogie from his throat. Hearing the distinctive rasp of phlegm being drawn Susan eagerly opened her mouth and lolled her tongue out as a target just in time for most of it to be spat into her maw, while much of it splattered over her mud-soaked face and garbage strewn hair. 

"Bitch"

"Your bitch master!" Corrected Susan. 

With one hand Terry grabbed Susan by her top and yanked her up, tearing it slightly, and dove in for a kiss. Susan's top balled in Terry's tight grip, her feet almost lifted from the ground -- their toungues intertwed. Terry tasted the filth; all-pervasive in Susan's mouth. As they broke the sloppy tongue party Terry stopped for a second when he noticed the evil glint in Susan's sparkling lusty eyes. Her faced scrunched into a strain, her muddy pert nose crinkled and he heard a distinctive popping and crackling sound. Realisation struck and he sniffed the air.

"Oh you reeking little potty pants cunt." Smirked Terry, and he raised his hand high and struck her back and forth across the face  over and over with one final slap with considerable might for good luck. It was so hard she spun around and landed in the garbage face down, butt up. This gave Terry the perfect view of the massive lump in her pants -- an ooze of brown began to show through the denim fabric of her cut-off jeans. Susan began to mindlessly lap at the filthy liquid on the ground as she felt Terry's brutal grasp at her cut-offs -- tugging her soiled rear toward him with such power her jeans began to tear. The buzzsaw rip of the seam come asunder in Terry's grasp made Susan moan, and she felt his fingers puill her shit-ridden panties aside. With no hesitation, Terry rammed his cock through the hot caked on shit and into Susan's pussy, pushing her waste inside of her as he did. 

"Ohhh yesss! Thankyou! Thankyou master, please master harder!" Cooed Susan.

"You like that? Getting shit fucked in your toilet cunt?"

"It's your toilet master, fill it up, please master, please!"

Terry didn't need to be asked twice, he withdrew his cock for a moment and with two fingers grabbed a gob of shit hanging in a ball in the gusset of Susan's panties. Then he stuffed the glob of Susan's sticky wet brown poo deep into her pussy and slammed his cock back into her womanhood. Smooshing it deep into her body. Susan could only moan in approval and she buried her face into the garbage as her own hot shit-lube sent her into ecstasy. Terry grunted as he pumped harder, and harder. Susan's shit stimulated his cock, getting smeared under his head and with each savage thrust densely packed deep inside of her while the shit that had nowhere to go oozed out around the sides of where Terry's cock and Susan's vagina met, and splattered onto the ground. 

While she received her pounding Susan eyes focused on a crumpled black-plastic lump in amongst the strewn garbage. She grunted and groaned, and with a shakey, moan-punctuated grasp, she reached out and plucked her prize from the trash she stewed amongst. She held the lumpy plastic up to her nose and inhaled with a deep groan, it was unmistakable. The rank, fetid odor could only be dogshit. She tore the plastic open with her teeth and was greeted with a dark green-brown, gritty mush with 3 firmer turds visible. To her delight it was still somewhat sloppy, moist and wet, although signs that it had began to dry and age were in places. Some movement caught her eye, and amongst Terry's thrusts she focussed and saw there was some kind of worm or lavae feasting amongst the tepid dog waste. Then she realised that they were everywhere all through it -- they writhed, wriggled, tunneled and squirmed through the gritty slop. Without hesitation she dove in -- smooshed the infested mess into her face, with the deepest thrill of her life she crammed as much into her mouth as possible, running her tounge through the cold gritty slop, feeling wriggling little bodies skitter across her tounge. A firmer turd passed her lips and with greed and glee she mashed it with her teeth and felt the rough turd smoosh into grainy paste. Her stomach yowled and growled at her, it's desire in sync with her pussy as it continued to receive her filthy pounding. Swallow. Please, please swallow, let me have the dogs gift to this earth, a rare treasure to digest. Susan gulped the putrid mixture of saliva, dog poo and worms and felt the cool, wet, manky, grainy, squirming concoction slide down her oesophegus, coating every spec of its interior surface  in fecal slime. It landed in her stomach like a leaden weight, and the soothing coldness of it made Susan let out a gutteral deep groan.

Terry, surprised by the noise, withdrew his stinking, human-shit smeared cock from Susan's toilet pussy. 

"What have you got there toilet slut?" 

"... og ... it" came Susan's rapturous muffled reply between mouthfulls. 

"Foul cunt. Finally having your fucking dreams come true." 

Susan got up onto her hands and knees and turned her head back to look at Terry and lock eyes. He could see the yello-green-brown drool sliming its way down her chin. With one hand she brought the ruined little baggy up to her mouth, sucked a turd in. Then she offered it to Terry.

"... est .. eeee."

"What?" Only then did Terry notice the wriggling little white threads in the dog shit in the torn open bag in his hand.  

Susan spat her mouthful back into her hand, and the look in her eye told Terry everything he needed to know.

"Infest me." 

"Alright, you rotten sewer trash."

Susan crammed the crawling dog-waste back into her gullet, put her head down between her hands and thrust her rear toward Terry and began to chew. Like the worlds most perverted downward dog. Terry took the invitation and using two fingers, thrust the entire baggy of dog shit, crinkly plastic, fetid grainy animal poo and undulating worms and all into her shit packed cunt. He worked it in deep while Susan moaned and screamed in pleasure. She wanted it all, she wanted to be nothing but a processing plant for the worlds waste, a sewer system. She wanted to be itchy and sore and filthy and hurt and pungeant and stinking and full of writhing putrid life and she wanted more of it, now.

Terry rammed his cock into her pestillent vagina, just to drive the rotten plastic bag of pleasure into its home. He fucked away for a few moments, but found the texture of the plastic and grainy dog shit not especially to his liking, so he shifted up to her arsehole. The shit coating his cock providing more than enough lube to facilatae his entrance.

"Hold on bitch. I'm gonna make you bleed."

Susan gave an affirmative groan and put her forhead onto the pavement. As Terry began to push open her sphincter. Her pussy stuffed full, she could feel so many sensations -- the worms writhed and itched in her mouth, throat and pussy. The roughness of the plastic, the warm slop of her shit, and the grainular coldness of the dogshit. Not to mention the all consuming, addictive flavour she was chewing her way through. Terry quickly began to pick up pace, and before she knew it he was withdrawing his shit coated rod entirely out of her arsehole just long enough for it to wink a fraction before he slammed it roughly back in, over and over in a brutal rhythm. She could feel him building pace, his breathing going ragged and heavy, his rough fucking finding his sweet spot in her bowels and punishing it over and over for his pleasure. She was almost  through her beastial feast, and slyly she made sure to time the swallowing of that final precious morsel as Terry s final stroke brought him to a groaning, gutteral crecendo. 

He howled almost like a beast into the dark alley and the night of the city, and Susan enjoyed her own divine moment of perfection, not an orgasm, but the ultimate sliver of time -- a pure satisfaction that only a living sewer knows when they are well used.

"Oh thankyou! Thankyou master, for filling me up and infesting my rotten pussy!"

Red in the face and puffing, but full of orgasmic bliss and relaxation Terry sighed and smiled down at his toilet.

"Clean me up bitch."

Eagerly Susan sprung up onto her knees and turned around and began, once again to lap and lick and fellate, making sure to swallow every speck of filth on his member she could find, whether her own, the dogs, or any remnants of smooshed pinworm. Whilst doing so she scraped globs and plops of shit that had found its way to the ground around them and tangled them into her trash strewn hair. 

Terry grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in close and began to urinate. Susan, in a ritual well practiced, opened her throat and allowed her body to receive his post-cum piss. A few minutes later he was done.

"Thankyou master. That was delicious." Susan said sweetly. 

"Let's get home and have a shower."

Susan gasped. 

"No! I don't want to clean up yet, I like it!" She pouted and protested.

"Oh fine, but if you're going to be a toilet you belong in the bathroom with the rest of the plumbing."

"In the tub?"

"Yeah, the tub."

"Will you use me when  you get up through the night?"

"You're the toilet aren't you?"

"Yes master!" Susan was thrilled. She knew the drugs would mean Terry would have to get up to shit a sloppy drug poo at some point. She just hoped she had enough room left. 

THE END.